"Ask him about the details of his parents' history and how much information he knows."
In the Time Library, Wei Ran said as he motioned for the fat Yashar to sit next to the table reserved for forest farm teachers.
Hearing this, Anfisa sat next to Wei Ran and started translating.
"My father was a general practitioner and he was a rabbit rider.
My mother is a qualified emergency nurse and experienced midwife, but she is a sucker.
You see, a rabbit riding a man and a hot woman, you must know how difficult it is, right? Of course, these are what my grandfather told me.
In fact, I know very little about them, and all my memories are all kinds of inexplicable gifts and photos sent from those war-torn and backward areas, and meetings at most once or twice a year."
As Yashar said this, he opened the bag he carried with him again, took out something from it and placed it on the table.
"This was the last thing my parents sent home."
Yashar waited for Anfisa to finish translating and said, "On the day before the massacre in Beirut, he entrusted a friend who was about to evacuate from Beirut to send it home for him."
It wasn't until Anfisa finished translating that Wei Ran took out his gloves again, put them on, and gently opened the tin chocolate box on the table, which was only the size of a pack of instant noodles at most.
"This box was also sent home together," Yashar said.
Turning to look at Anfisa, Wei Ran waited for her to finish translating, then picked up a piece of white and gray striped fabric in the box and unfolded it carefully.
This is an Arab kerchief, with a pair of platinum wedding rings and a pull ring, like a grenade pull ring, in the middle.
"That's not my parents' wedding ring."
Yashar added, "My parents never wear wedding rings. Their wedding rings are always kept at home. Moreover, they are Doctors Without Borders and they do not know how to wear or use weapons."
Without rushing to say anything, Wei Ran looked at the thing wrapped in the scarf, which was a stack of Polaroid photos.
In the first photo, there is a newborn who seems to have just been born. His umbilical cord is still there, and the stains on his body seem to have not had time to be cleaned.
Subconsciously, he turned the photo to the back, and there were three strings of Arabic "drawn" on it that he couldn't understand.
"It's the name of the child in the photo, and the names of his parents."
Yashar said in time, "My grandfather said that this was the habit of my parents. Every time they successfully delivered a child, they would take a photo of the child as much as possible, write down the child's name and the names of his parents, and then find
I had the opportunity to send the photos home and let my grandfather help preserve them.”
"What are your parents' names?"
After listening to Anfisa's translation, Wei Ran asked, "Also, do you know what kind of camera they used?"
"The Polaroid 600 camera is an orange-red EMS (Emergency Medical Service System, not a postal express.) version. It was given to my father by his American colleague."
After Anfisa translated these two questions, Yashar immediately began to answer from back to front, "My father's name is Celine Yaman, and his code name is Sewing Machine. My mother's name is Julia Shia, and her
The code name is Cradle."
While Anfisa was translating, the stack of photos in Wei Ran's hand also reached the end.
In this last photo, there is a male doctor who looks to be around 27 or 28 years old, wearing a white coat, and a female doctor of similar age, also wearing a white coat, standing side by side in a khaki car.
Six-wheel Pinzgauer side.
On the body of the six-wheeled off-road van, there were the symbols of a red cross, a snake with a staff, a red crescent, a huge "MSF" logo and a huge symbol for prohibited weapons.
Even the snake-bone antenna on the roof of the car hangs a dirty flag, and there seems to be a bright anti-war symbol painted on the flag.
In sharp contrast to so many conspicuous symbols are the blood stains on the white coats of these two young doctors and the bright smiles on their faces.
Turning the photo to the back, there was also a string of letters that Wei Ran didn't recognize.
"Dear Yashar, we are trying to create peace in the midst of war."
Yashar translated the text on the back of the photo into Greek that Anfisa could understand, and Anfisa translated it into Russian that Weiran could understand.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Victor, I...I may not be able to afford the investigation fee that will satisfy you and make you excited."
Yashar said slightly awkwardly, "My grandfather raised me. When I saw the photos hanging here, I regretted it. I didn't want to use those two notebooks as rewards. They have already been
It's yours, I'll give it away for free... No, I'll give it back to you for free.
As for my parents' matter...please give me a price, and I'll see if I can afford the cost of the investigation."
“It’s not time to talk about these things yet”
After Wei Ran listened to Anfisa's translation, he gently put down the last photo he had been holding, carefully wrapped it in a square towel and put it back into the chocolate box. At the same time, he said, "This kind of investigation requires
Time, compared to the more distant World War II and the Moss War, your parents' situation is more complicated."
After Anfisa finished translating, Wei Ran took the initiative to explain without waiting for the other party to ask, "There has been a war there, and the Jews who were once massacred are still massacred there. Even if there are any clues, I am afraid they have been destroyed, and I want to
It’s just too difficult to get there to get the certificate.”
Having said this, Wei Ran snapped his fingers and asked, "New question, are there any other colleagues of your parents who survived?"
After the question was translated, Yashar shook his head again, "All those who did not evacuate before August 16, 1982, did not survive."
"How many colleagues do your parents have locally? I mean colleagues from Médecins Sans Frontières?"
Wei Ran thought for a while and asked, "Is that car in the photo theirs? I think that car seems to have a radio antenna. Do they have a way to communicate with the outside world?"
"I don't know how many colleagues they have."
Yashar replied, "That car probably doesn't belong to them. My parents are not rich people. They can't even afford a motorcycle. How could they have such a car? As for the radio, I
Just as unclear as my grandfather."
After listening to Anfisa's translation, Wei Ran tapped the table gently and fell into deep thought. The expression on Yashar's overweight face sitting opposite became increasingly uneasy.
After an unknown amount of time, Wei Ran seemed to have just come back to his senses and said, "Mr. Yashar, why don't you stay here first, and how about leaving these things with me for the time being?"
I can't reply to you so quickly yet, but I will seriously consider it."
"Okay, okay!" After listening to Anfisa's translation, Yashar nodded repeatedly in agreement, and then said proactively, "If you are willing to give it a try, I am willing to be your chef in the next few days.
My barbecue restaurant in Antalya received two Michelin stars five years ago, so I am still confident in my cooking skills. Frankly speaking, I am very good at both rabbit dishes and Spanish dishes."
"Boss, I like Spanish food and I want to try it." After finishing the translation, Anfisa expressed her opinion seamlessly.
"I am very honored to taste Mr. Yashar's cooking skills" Wei Ran responded as he stood up.
After discussing the next arrangements, Wei Ran took Anfisa, greeted Yashar, turned around and walked back.
After letting Anfisa take Yashar to visit the kitchen, Wei Ran found Suisui, who had been waiting for him, and the two of them switched to their native language as they walked upstairs.
"Brother Xia asked you to call him."
Suisui said, "In addition, I took photos of the contents of the two notebooks and sent them to Sister Ram and Brother Xia. My family takes them very seriously."
"I'll contact him right away"
Wei Ran said, took the mobile phone from Suisui, and dialed Xia Shushi's number.
"Are you sure it's true?" As soon as the call was connected, Xia Shushi, who had obviously been waiting, asked directly.
"How can this be false?" Wei Ran replied, "What did you say?"
"I heard from the Queen that she agreed to be invited to China?" Xia Shushi asked, "And she also wants to ask you to help make a movie?"
"Yes, that's what happened." Wei Ran, who had arrived at the small living room on the second floor, replied while pulling the dog's head.
"Let Mr. Yashar's family members help him apply for a visa later. Remember to send me his identity information."
Xia Shushi gave a clear reply, "Of course, I am just relaying that when Mr. Yashar arrives, there will be someone dedicated to receive him."
"No problem, can I use it back?" Wei Ran asked.
"look at yourself"
Xia Shushi added without a pause, "Besides, what are your plans for making a movie?"
"Do you have an idea?"
"How about leaving it to Qin Beast'er?"
Xia Shushi asked simply. These years of friendship and their common career had saved him from beating around the bush with Wei Ran.
"Leave it to him?"
"It's rare for me to look up to him a few times."
Xia Shushi explained calmly, "And after all, it is not appropriate for Hongqi Forestry Farm, which you hold shares, to make this movie. Of course, this is my idea."
"Right"
Wei Ran reacted and made a decision at the same time, "In this case, I will not go back this time. Let Mr. Yashar go to China by himself. Let the second generation talk to him about the filming of the movie."
"I won't thank you anymore," said Xia Shushi on the other end of the phone.
"Forget it about those vain people"
Wei Ran said nonchalantly, "You must have the contact information of Carlos' lawyer. You can contact him. He might be interested in making a movie and can help."
"I will remember to contact him." Xia Shushi was slightly relieved when he said this.
After hanging up the phone, Wei Ran said apologetically, "Sorry, I originally planned to hang up those old photos with you."
"I forgive you!" Suisui said very grandly, "So you won't go back to China?"
"I'm not going back." Wei Ran smiled, "Leave the family affairs to Brother Xi and the Second World, and leave the movie to the Second World."
“It doesn’t matter”
Suisui said nonchalantly, not to mention that the schedule of Hongqi Forest Farm has already reached the end of the year of the monkey. She knows better than Wei Ran who should be the most suitable person to shoot the movie.
"I just heard Anfiya say that that big fat guy wants to ask you for help?" Suisui sat slumped on the sofa in the small living room on the second floor and asked in her native language.
"That's what happened."
After Wei Ran finished speaking, he realized, "Just now, Anfiya didn't..."
"She installed sound pickup equipment on every table in the library," Suisui spread her hands and said, "We can hear it clearly in the living room."
"No wonder you didn't go over to join in the fun." Wei Ran smiled and shook his head, "I want to hear your advice."
"As long as you don't go to the fence, I will support you to help him." Suisui said without thinking.
"What's the reason?"
"Yashal will receive hospitality and kindness from his motherland"
Suisui said almost firmly, "I don't want to talk about this matter in a utilitarian way, but I am a businessman, so I will analyze it from a businessman's perspective. If you found those photos earlier, if you can really help Yasha later,
If you find his parents, then you will be able to equate yourself with justice in a sense."
"Why do you say that?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.
"Why else?"
Suisui gestured with her thumb in the direction of the library outside the window, "The photos hanging in the library are the answer."
"This matter is not urgent. You can first ask Anfiya to follow the clues of Doctors Without Borders."
When Wei Ran said this, he couldn't help but look at the saber hanging on the TV background wall in the living room.
Now, he actually wanted to wait until the items such as the Rollei Double Counterattack and the Anti-Japanese Broadsword in the metal book had finished cooling down, and then try to see if he could meet Li Sui'an again through the rusty saber.
Just as he was looking at the saber in trance, the sound of a car horn came from outside the window.
"It's Jima and Maya"
Suisui stood up and said at the same time, "They happened to be in Kazan, so I invited them to come and play. It just happened to satisfy Yashar's wish and get together."
“And we just happen to have a chef from a two-Michelin-starred restaurant as our guest.”
Wei Ran said, already pulling Suisui to stand up, "By the way, what is two Michelin stars? I've only heard of three Michelin stars."
"how could I know"
Suisui, who was pulled up by Wei Ran, said, "I've never been to three Michelin stars, let alone three stars, I've never been to one star. What about you? Have you been?"
"With that kind of money, I would rather ask Sister Juan and her father to prepare a table for us."
Wei Ran said, half jokingly and half seriously, that he had the absolute qualification to claim that he was not picky about food, but if he had the choice, he would definitely eat a table full of rural dishes instead of going to a restaurant with 800 Michelin stars.
Have a meal at a high-end restaurant.
"The nine bowls of thirteen flowers are really delicious." When Suisui said this, she swallowed subconsciously, "The golden millet wine is also good."
However, this small movement made Wei Ran subconsciously think of another thing.
Regardless of the story behind that saber, or the massacre in Beirut where he still wasn't sure whether to go, he wouldn't be starving there again, right?
"Gudu..."
Wei Ran also swallowed. He couldn't help but start to think about what he was going to put in the two bamboo baskets carried on the pole in the metal book.
Just as he was walking downstairs with Suisui and thinking wildly, Yashar ran out of the kitchen on the first floor at a speed far exceeding that when he and Wei Ran first met.
Ji Ma hugged each other after getting off the car.
For a moment, the two people, fat and thin, tall and short, but passionately sticking together, made Wei Ran, who was standing at the top of the stairs, and everyone else in the big yard subconsciously think of bread.
